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Abbot Birne puts his paws inside the wide sleeves of his habit "I really do appreciate your willingness to serve Redwall in its time of need, but you must rest before you can help."

''Horatio sits on the edge of his bed, gazing down at the floor of the infirmary. He speaks aloud in a low voice, half to himself, half to the others'' "Drykol is safe and sound inside Salamandastron with over half of the Long Patrol at his back and those who dared to oppose him have nearly all been slain, save the group I've brought with me. We came here in search of help and it turns out those we sought help from could use some assistance themselves." ''The aging hare gives a dry, humorless chuckle at the irony of their predicament. Suddenly, he lashes out and slams his fist into the wall. When he speaks, his voice is filled with frustration'' "It's almost as if fate is conspiring against us, as if Drykol's treachery and disgrace has been approved of!"